No—well, sort of, but he only consumes synthetic blood. He's never drank from a human. That’s rare where he’s from [ she clarifies quickly. Sharon hadn’t fallen for the supernatural equivalent of the “bad boy”—Mayerling was, if anything, the opposite (even if he did enjoy playing the villain sometimes). ] Honestly, he'd be offended if someone even offered. Some vampires can’t resist the temptation, and it used to be harder for him.
[ She gives Rose’s hand a reassuring squeeze. ] He’s a good person, Mom. If he weren’t safe, he wouldn’t let me near him. Or anyone else, really. [ Mayerling would rather suffer alone than risk hurting anyone undeserving. It’s part of what made her fall for him. ]
And he sees me. Accepts all of me—even the worst parts. [ Like you do, she wants to say. He's been pulled into the Otherworld. He's seen what she can do. And still... ] He knows what it's like to feel people’s judgment just for what he is, knows that loneliness. [ Her voice catches. ] Some days, I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet someone like him. [ A beat and then she says, softly, almost a whine to her tone. ] He built me an art studio.
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[ She gives Rose’s hand a reassuring squeeze. ] He’s a good person, Mom. If he weren’t safe, he wouldn’t let me near him. Or anyone else, really. [ Mayerling would rather suffer alone than risk hurting anyone undeserving. It’s part of what made her fall for him. ]
And he sees me. Accepts all of me—even the worst parts. [ Like you do, she wants to say. He's been pulled into the Otherworld. He's seen what she can do. And still... ] He knows what it's like to feel people’s judgment just for what he is, knows that loneliness. [ Her voice catches. ] Some days, I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet someone like him. [ A beat and then she says, softly, almost a whine to her tone. ] He built me an art studio.
[ MOM HE BUILT HER AN ART STUDIO ]